He sheds his baby self and never looks back.
He's so unapologetic about it all.
Thinking it's okay to just keep on growing up.
My baby boy.
Walking before he's one.
Talking soon after.
No more bottle, no problem.
Binky gone at two. No biggie.
Crib - no remorse. In a big boy bed at the end of summer.
Two weeks ago, diapers, buh-bye.
"I a BIG boy, not a baby!"
He's right, you know.
It's enough to make a mama's head spin.